posted October 31, 2007 03:09 AM         

HAROD LED THE REGAL LORD TO DEATH

may refer to the teachings of "Lord" in the Old Testament which Jesus' teachings contradict. Perhaps by being held in esteem at the time of the crucifiction, and possibly even being a follower-in-disguise, (who, I'm sure, would never have wanted to be called 'regal' what with over-turning the sales tables and such) Harod led the dawning of the age of Pisces to stear away from Lord's corrupt, animal-killing, smiting, plague-threatening ways, and into an age of Christianity...

I'll admit I wasn't thinking along those lines when I lexigrammed it, but now it makes even more sense to me.

posted October 31, 2007 04:53 AM         

I'd be happy to answer your questions, and I'm glad you answered them, too, because I'm always wondering about other people's adherence to vegetarianism/ reasons for it.

2. How long have you been vegan/vegetarian?

When I was little (probably about the same age you were when you stopped eating meat) I was at a friends house, whose father was a hunter. I didn't know what hunting was, since my mom learned even before I could speak that if I was shown images (even cartoon) of animals being hurt, I'l throw fits. I saw a dear head on their wall, and asked why it was there. When I was told that Greg had shot it with a gun to eat it (after questioning and questioning it out of them) and then had the head mounted, I refused to go to their house ever again.

When I told my Grandma that Greg was a bad man, because he killed a dear, she said, "Well, there's meat in that sandwitch you're eating, and someone had to kill the cow so that you could eat it. Does that make them a bad person, too?" I started to cry and said, "Yes, and it makes me bad for eating it." (My mom was quite annoyed with her mom for putting this train of thought into my mind.) Between then and the age of about 11 I tried to stop eating meat, picking the meatballs out of the spaghetti and putting them back into the pot, deciding to make my own school lunches, and going with peanut butter, etc, but every once in a while my mom would talk me into eating some, saying that I was still growing, and needed it to be healthy. (In her defence, she's a teacher, and was trained in childhood nutrician by the very government that produces the food pyramid...) By the time I was 12, I had decided enough was enough, healthy or not, my life was not going to lead to animals deaths. As a child, other kids never really liked me, and adults always tried to talk down to me, so in a way, I liked animals more than people, and thought of them as my friends. Who wants to eat their friends?

When I was 14 I saw an interview with Daniel Johns from the band silverchair. The interviewer asked him if it was true that he was a vegetarian, and he said "No, I'm a vegan. I don't think we have the right to decide what animals we can eat and which animals we can eat and which animals we can't; which we treat well and which we abuse, so I don't consume products that hurt any in any way." The interviewer then changed the subject, but it left me thinking, why vegan? How does milking the cow hurt the cow? How does collecting eggs hurt the hen?

Some googling answered my questions, and to my poor Virgo mother who likes to maintain the status quo, I became (most likely) one of the first vegans in my hometown, in a part of Canada known as 'Texas North.' (If you've heard of the Calgary Stampede, this was a 2 hours drive from there.)

1. Why are you vegan?

The first question pretty well answers that. I also find that as a vegan, I'm a lot healthier than when I consume dairy/eggs, as a lot of junk food just happens to contain animal by-products. (Geletin included; although I didn't eat that even as a vegetarian. I cried my little eyes out when I was at a friends camp-fire eating marshmallows shortly after going vegetarian, and read that they contain geletin. At that age, I was very self-consious about being 'human', if that makes any sense, and truly tried to purify my body. Even accidental consumption of animal foods made me feel like I was failing some sort of test. I read labels, and carried around a list of about 200 animal-based ingredients. And when in doubt, I wouldn't buy something. It's generally a safer way to eat to- a lot of chemicals in foods are somehow linked to animal parts, but it's best not to eat those chemicals anyway.)

3. Is it difficult for you to remain vegan?

For the first 5 years, no; I was obsessive about it. I read labels before buying anything, wouldn't eat at restaurants, even if they said they could make a vegan dish, and didn't even like to be around others who were eating meat.

My mom finally came around and accepted my being vegan. One Easter, she even hid chocolates that she ordered from a UK based vegan company, and my Grandma made me special dishes for Christmas every year. (AND made up quite a few great recipes for vegan desserts. A lot of the family actually grew to prefer her vegan pies, cobblers and cakes, as they were much lighter baked with soy milk and shortening than with milk and lard.) (It's funny, but now that I think of it, my mom came around on the vegan issue in the summer of 1999- the year I moved to the northern-most bedroom in the house... co-incidence?)

Now, I live with a guy who isn't vegan- or even vegetarian- and find it a lot harder. I've 'fallen off the wagon' a few times, but every time I do, I feel guilty, and think of the battery caged hen, the poor cows with sagging, sore udders, being impregnated by machines the men in the industry call 'rape racks' to keep them producing milk... I'm quite sure I'll never 'fall off the wagon' again, because I mind being a true vegan, and wish it to matter.

4. Do you kill insects?

I follow the same rule you do about insects. I'm arachnaphobic, and have been known to kill spiders with shows taped to broomsticks, for fear of even getting close to a spider. My fiance, the same guy who eats meat, doesn't like to 'kill' anything, and if he's home when I see the 8-legged offender, he'll carry it outside, or pick it up on a piece of paper, and put it on the balcany. (I've stopped going onto the balcany... haha) That aweful thing you went through, watching the miracle of spider-birth, must have been so frightening! I would probably have fainted.

I'll also kill mosquitos, or other biting bugs if they'e on me. I have a kind of a 'you don't eat me, I don't eat you' mentality, and if there's a bug trying to eat me, and I know this will cause me harm, I don't feel bad killing it. But sometimes, I'll get vegan-guilt, and just blow it off my skin.

I hope that was helpful to you.

posted October 31, 2007 06:50 AM         

Sarah,
Could you and I be from the same planet, once upon a Time, long ago?

I really want to be vegan and believe in veganism, but I find it really difficult because 1) I'm not very good at cooking, 2) I can't drive to the health shop, 3) too much soya in my diet doesn't agree with me and 4) my eldest son is a very fussy eater.

I was actually vegan for over a year though, I guess when I moved away from my other vegan friends and was always around non-vegans all the time, eventually I lapsed (also not being able to eat too much soya, etc doesn't help).

I'd love to spend a week or two with someone who could teach me to cook lots of wonderful vegan food........

posted October 31, 2007 07:12 AM         

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-**** clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The ***** and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

posted October 31, 2007 05:11 PM         

Do you ever get home sick? We probably did share a lifetime on some distant, respectful planet. I've also wondered why we're here, why we would choose to be born on this Earth. I feel that if we chose to come here, it's because we can't sit idly by, reaching for the realms past Buddhahood, while knowing that there is a place in which suffering prevails and free will has led to possible mass destruction.

When I was a kid, I'd have day-dreams about 'Aliens' coming down, and freeing all the farm animals, and imprsoning all the farmers. It's obvious now that that could never happen; the animals have been conditioned to farm life, and when this planet returns to the vegetarian light, there will be huge steps needed to re-habitualize the animals to their natural environment.

I once wrote a poem that I'd love to share here, but it's at my mom's house, in another province. It was my first time writing a stream-of-consciousness type piece, and was quite startled by the finished work. (I think I was 15 at the time, and definately not aware of any metaphysical lore, or even religions outside of my childhood Catholic sphere.) I wrote that I am on a test-mission, sent into a planet of chaos and darkness, as an experiment. If I am able to remember who I really am, after being born to this realm, memory stripped at birth, then I may just have a chance of reminding some of those who have been here for many lifetimes to remember their true identities, too. I wrote that I have to be successful, for failure may result in my being locked here. I wrote that one day, those who sent me here will return to check on me, and when they find me, I will be surrounded by drawings and paintings and liberated animals, more than ready and willing to return with them to our true home.

Now I'm starting to think that those fantasies of Aliens coming down and freeing all the farm animals has more to it than my just wanting the animals to be free- it may be that I was wary of the tast of having to convince people to free them, thinking it would be much easier (knowing, it would be much easier) to just force them. Unfortunately, I think we all signed up to do this the hard way. At least there's on-line forums like this where we can join together and talk about it!!!

It's too bad you're body isn't conditioned to soya products. They're one of my staples, since they provide a 'complete protein' and are easy to prepare. Did you read the section in Star Signs about switching to fruitarianism? Is anyone on this forum a fruitarian? She mentioned that nuts are a big part of a fruitarian diet, and lately I've been experimenting to see how long I can stave off hunger pangs by eating just fruit and nuts; but it looks like I have to ween myself slowly, or my co-workers will get annoyed by my constantly slipping to the back of the store to eat nuts and fruit.

The William Blake poem is touching beyond words. (No offense to the duids.) I especially like the lines

A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Coupled with the animal-rights affirming pros leading up to this, it may just have reflections of our colective mission here. (It sounds kind of sci-fi, "Mission: Liberate Earth.") If we're ever close to each other, or if I'm ever rich enough to take time off work for travel, we'll have to get together and invent some soy-free vegan dishes!

Peace, Love and Light,
Sarah

ps- Does anyone know how to change our user names? I didn;t really know what I was doing when I signed up, and thought we had to put our real names... now I feel a bit silly about it...

posted October 31, 2007 05:32 PM         

p.340 in Linda Goodman's Star Signs, top paragraph, in which Linda is lexigramming the word English.

"ENGLISH contains SING. (Quite.) English, however, lost its musical, harmonious purity after Adam began to tell HIS LIES, two words also hiding in ENGLISH. Note that it does not also contain Her Lies, for a reason related in a forthcoming work.

In the next paragraph, she lexigrams ADAM into MAD! And EVOLVE into LOVE EVE!!!!!

Perhaps Linda knew that she would not be able to complete this alluded to forthcoming work, and that's why she seeded the hints towards the Adam and Eve, meat-not-fruit, him-not-her revelation!

Since the first word I lexigrammed for the word EARTH was HE ATE THE HARE, and had an immediate rush type feeling after writing it, and that it led me to seek this site to share the information with others who might be interrested in it, could it be that NOW is the time when Earth might be ready to hear this information? Does anyone know if/where/who Nahtan is?????

posted October 31, 2007 06:27 PM         

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"Mission: Liberate Earth."

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Have you ever heard of "Wanderers"/ "Starseed" people?

About changing your user name- if you email Randall or a moderator, they may be able to help you change it. Some people just sign up all over again, if you have another email address you can use, but let us know if you change your name that way.

About lexigrams.....personally I believe in them a bit, but not 100%, I think sometimes people's own bias's come into them.....that's just my opinion.

The hare, however is very interesting because the hare is one of those mystical animals associated with paganism, the moon and can be seen carved in some churches, etc.

English and SING.....Yes, I feel that singing is definitely a purer language; the language of the soul.

Do you think the GOLD mystery could be related to monatomic gold?
http://graal.co.uk/whitepowdergold.html

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"Mission: Liberate Earth."

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Do you think we really can make a difference?? (I'm going through a dark & cynical time right now)......